Down, get it down!
Down, get it down!
Down, get it down!
Down, get it down!

More money, more riches,
More freaky, model mrs.
Six four booty make it hit switches,
Shawty sitting on forty inches.
I like her, she like me,
I wanna love her, she wanna love me
That happening is unlikely,
I got a Thongs where the celiling fan lights be
Spinning like a tornado
Then I eat it up like it's gourmet food
Then I beat it up like boom, boom, boom,
Then I get ghost like zoom
Climb on top of me, underneath the sheets,
Cause I'm about to take you down,
And change your last name to Mrs. Brown.

[Chorus:]
She know she could get it, get it,
She know she could get it, get it,
She know she could get it, get it,
So I'mma give it to her
With that ghetto kamasutra

If I don't give it to her,
She gon' take it,
But when she do it to you
She be faking.
She's a five star chick on my A list,
I have her body bent over like the Matrix.
I ain't mad at her, do your thing, girl!
I bet you never had an R&B singer
I promise you I'll never go back,
So let me hit it out the park
It go V.A., L.A., New York, Atlanta,
Houston, Chi-Town rolling on the tour bus,
I seen a lot of ladies but I'm feelin you
I've gotta let you know
Shawty you can get it!

[Chorus:]
She know she could get it, get it,
She know she could get it, get it,
She know she could get it, get it,
So I'mma give it to her
With that ghetto kamasutra